"My last letter to you."
3 Months Later;
Walking up to his grave , Akashaa couldn't help but to break down. It's been 3 months since everything happened and she still couldn't wrap her mind around it.
Everyday she tried to convince herself that she was getting better. That it was getting better. It wasn't. She wasn't.
It brought back the memories of how she felt when her father died and was lying in that casket. How she felt the weeks afterwards. The pain in her chest stronger than before.
"Why did you do this to me?" She whispered.
Pulling out both papers from her purse, she sat down. She felt like in order to move on, she had to say her final words.
"I'm struggling now to put the right words on paper to express how much I love you. Not going to lie you hurt me. Everyday it feels like my heart is going to pop out of my chest. What a stupid decision you made, knowing how much it would affect me.
I've read your note over and over trying to understand why. You loved me, so why would you put me in this position? You said you didn't want to hurt me but what the fuck is this? I knew things weren't going to go how I pictured it in my head but it definitely could've went differently.
Not hearing your voice is something that I'll have to get used to. I won't talk about the bad times we had because it doesn't matter. I loved you deeply and I know you loved me equally the same.
You were the man you thought you were. The way I saw you carry yourself is why I moved the way I did. It lit a fire in me for some reason to be on that same level as you as always.
Thank you for helping me raise my daughter. Our daughter. She asks about you constantly and wonders when you're coming back. That sucks.
I remember you telling me about the first time you laid eyes on me. How you knew for sure that I'd have you wrapped around my finger. How beautiful to you I was. How strongly the pull of energy to me was.
I think back on those days and smile because I thought you were crazy. Actually I was always intrigued and liked the way you never gave up. I loved the chase.
I thank you for everything that you've taught me. I thank you for loving me at my worst and my best. Can you come back? Is that too much to ask?
Here is my last letter to you Jahvon. To the love of my life. Please find me in the next life so we can get things right from the start. Come looking for me because I will be looking for you.
I take pride in knowing that before your final moments, you had me on your mind. Im glad that I was able to tell you that I loved you. You had to know that.
I do feel it is appropriate to tell you that you did leave your mark on this world. You left a piece of you behind and I'm anxious.
I laugh when I think about our previous conversations about us having another kid so soon because I was always against it. This goes to show that God had other plans for us.
I don't know what I'm having yet but I'm praying for a little boy and that he looks exactly like you. This was your last gift to me and I'm forever grateful.
This isn't good bye but see you later. I love you."
Folding the paper back up, she dug a little grave next to his headstone and placed both the letters in it. Covering it up, she placed the flowers on top.
Standing up, she looked at his headstone for the last time. She knew it would be a while before she would bring herself to come visit again. Grieving is hard but she knew things would get better. They always do.
The End
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The Way It Is (Way Too Deep Sequel)
General FictionHow could I ever think that shit was going to change for me? If it isn't one thing, it's another. I think I just have to accept the fact that this is apart of my life and there's nothing I can do to change that. -Akashaa
